#this is Rough

[fred-the-dinosaur]

ok I understand even less why anyone stopped wearing masks now I've actually got COVID.

I've been masking for nearly five years just on fear of what it'll do to me. And now I've got it? this shit? Is brutal.

How the fuck do you experience this and decide fuck it ill just gamble on getting this again and again?

[bentnotbroken1fanfiction]

Last ten minutes Episode 10 of Jack and Joker has me so fucked up. And here I thought episode 7 was rough. Whew boy. I need it to be next Monday because I cannot.

[cainache]

season 1 obx save me please come back and save us please im begging…

[lonesomedotmp3]

it's been such a long time since I wrote an essay even my touch typing skills are considerably worse... 😮‍💨

[dragonslovecoins]

Second part! Yippee!!!!

TW : Badly written idk where the super awesome magical amazing writer sauce is but I did NOT have it 😞👊

When Will awoke, his head was aching and he couldn’t breathe.

Wheezing, he felt like he was falling, causing him to thrash to find a place to hold onto. Why couldn’t he breathe? Why was he falling? Why did his head hurt?

He clutched something made of stone, was it the side of the tower? It was dark, so dark he couldn’t see himself, but all he knew was that he was suffocating. Why couldn’t he feel all his fingers?

“Am I dead?” He thought suddenly.

The memory of his fall came back to him. He clenched his teeth, struggling to draw a breath.

He was dead, wasn’t he? Was he in the Afterlife? Was he in some Circle of The Hells, forcing him to suffocate for eternity? He never thought himself gluttonous, but he supposed The Gods deemed him so.

“I-I’m sorry,” He choked out, tears in his eyes.

“What for?”

Lights suddenly turned on, the flames burning above him suddenly, and he found himself in some sort of office. He was on a stone table, clutching the edge of the stone. He hastily released it, still feeling like he was falling.

Baron Arald bent over him, black veined eyes studying him. “Don’t try to breathe. You can’t do that anymore…or at least, not until you’ve relearned how to do it. Breathing has no use for you right now, though.” He spoke kindly, sliding a hand under him to help him into a sitting position. “I’ve got you. Sit up. Easy, now.”

“Where am I?” He gasped, shaking. His lungs burned.

“The royal laboratory. We had to put you back together.” He answered matter-of-factly.

“What?!” Will squeaked. Baron Arald made a face that suggested he immediately regretted saying that so quickly without thinking.

“You died. Your…well, pieces of your head and…brain went everywhere, of course. We couldn’t save all of you, but never fear, King Duncan replaced everything you needed successfully…oh, you’re panicking. There there.” Baron Arald unhelpfully patted his back as Will felt panicked tears welling in his eyes. He couldn’t breathe, his head hurt, and all he wanted was to go back to his friends. Hells, it would even be nice to see Horace again.

As if reading his mind, Baron Arald cast him a pitying look.

“You can’t go back, Will. You’re a ranger’s apprentice now,” He said softly, pulling him into a hug. “I’m sorry.”

Will knew what that meant. Eternal servitude under The Vulture King, never finding rest until he had no use for him. Will knew the stories. He shook his head, his panic only mounting with the added despair.

“No, no! I-I was meant to be a knight! I don’t want this!” He cried, trying to squirm out of his grasp. Baron Arald let him go.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He repeated, and he himself knew that his words would not comfort the young boy. “I promise, it’s not that bad-”

“I don’t believe you!”

“Will-”

“Leave me alone!”

Will, who had been shuffling away from Baron Arald, suddenly felt his hand hit the air rather than the stone table. He gasped, teetering backwards.

Cold, strong hands caught him. Baron Arald sucked in a breath, bolting upright.

“My king, he–”

“I know, I know. He’s terrified, like anyone would be.”

Will froze.

The Vulture King.

King Duncan looked down at him with a smile, though his cold body did not inspire feelings of safety, rather feelings of fear and death.

Naturally, he screamed.

King Duncan laughed, and Baron Arald made a face as though he was holding back a scowl. He quickly took Will from his arms and cradled him against his chest.

“My king, please don’t laugh. He’s terrified.” Baron Arald pleaded, though his voice had a hint of anger. King Duncan did not stop, but his laughter quieted, just a bit.

“Oh, Arald, have a little humor!” Duncan dipped down, dead eyes boring into Will’s. “His humanity is still with him, we’ve got a few years to poke fun.” Duncan used one of his long nails to poke his side, making him squirm in pain. He whimpered, and Baron Arald hugged Will closer to him.

“It’s okay, he’s just messing with you. I won’t let him hurt you.” Baron Arald muttered, pushing King Duncan’s hand away. With a sigh, Duncan retracted his hand.

“Oh, Arald. You’re too sweet to the new ones.” He complained, reaching out to grip Arald’s hair. He subtly dug his nails into Arald’s scalp, making sure it hurt. Baron Arald swallowed, but did not loosen his grip.

“Remember, I can make you feel pain. You’re not invincible to me. I can make you feel the flames of the hottest ring of the Hells, or the cold of the coldest plains in Eboran. Give me the boy.” He hissed. Will saw something glint in his mouth - was that sharp teeth?

Baron Arald swallowed, furrowing his brow in an attempt to show frustration, though he made no attempt to hide his fear.

“You’re scaring me.” He snapped, and at that, King Duncan gave pause. He stared at him for a moment, observing.

King Duncan retreated, turning to the shelves and running his finger over the spines.

“Fine then. Excuse me for my anger,” His voice was tight, obviously not being sincere. Baron Arald sighed, looking down at Will with a light smile, though he looks nervous.

“...let’s get you registered with Crowley, okay?” Baron Arald adjusted him in his arms, but Will stopped him.

“I-I want to walk,” He murmured. Baron Arald raised an eyebrow at him, but set him on his feet, holding him steady until Will gained his balance.

“You will need to relearn to walk, but you’re already doing well standing.” Baron Arald complimented, trying to subtly shield his eyes away from the mirror in the corner.

Will was getting fed up, in a sense. He couldn't see himself, couldn't stand by himself, still felt his lungs burning with a need for oxygen. He wanted some autonomy, to be able to move on his own. So he pushed Baron Arald away and began stumbling towards the mirror.

"Wait, no!" Baron Arald yelped, grabbing for will desperately, but King Duncan stopped him.

"You can't shield him forever. Let him see." Duncan spoke, a smile resting on his lips now. If Baron Arald was trying to object, Will didn't know, as King Duncan swiftly covered his mouth.

Will hesitantly peeked into the glass, expecting to see pale skin and black eyes, matching their own undead appearances.

However, his skin was the same, as was his soft eyes.

What changed?

Then he spotted it, so quickly it made his heart sink.

Fur. Short black fur, all down his chest and stomach, over his shoulders, down his arms...and his arms had been transformed into huge bat wings. His hands had been reformed, almost like those pictures of wyverns he would see in old storybooks. Talons, made for climbing and holding.

He stumbled back from the mirror, bile rising in his throat.

"I-I'm a monster." He whispered, tears filling his eyes. Baron Arald quickly rushed to assure him.

“No no no! Not a monster! Just…reformed!”

“I’m a bat! Bats carry diseases, and I’m not even a full bat!” Will cried.

“You won’t carry diseases, Will!” Baron Arald hastily assured, tossing King Duncan a glare when he snickered at Will’s distress. To King Duncan’s credit, he did quiet a little, but his glee was still palpable.

“A-Am I going to look like this forever?” Will sniffled, rubbing his eyes tearfully. When Baron Arald was quiet, he knew the answer and began to wail.

“Oh, dear….” Baron Arald murmured. He often forgets how deep sorrow can feel, especially when just discovering you’ve been permanently warped. He thought back to his transformation, how he felt. Fear, mainly. But unlike Will, he had nobody to comfort him with the change.

Meaning, he had no clue how to comfort Will.

“...look,” He murmured, gently cupping Will’s face and tilting his head to look him in the eyes. “...it’s new, but you’ll get used to it. I promise. Soon enough you’ll have grown into your new skin easily. It’s like…getting used to new clothes!”

“You can take off clothes,” Will snapped, but he calmed down a little. Baron Arald was just trying to help him, and now Will felt a little bad for being so resistant to him. He wiped his eyes, sniffling and trying to calm himself. Baron Arald gave a relieved smile.

“Good boy, Will. Let’s go get you something to eat then get you registered with Crowley, okay? You’ll be assigned right back to your hometown! That’s nice, right?”

Will nodded, and Baron Arald smoothly picked him up. Will clung to him tightly, and they left King Duncan’s lab.

“You know, you were originally going to be half bird,” Baron Arald mentioned as the passed by mosaic windows. “But then King Duncan found a dead bat, and thought that would be perfect for you. I think he made the right choice, too, you look very cute.”

Will peeked up at him through his hair, brow furrowed.

“Cute?” He questioned.

“Very.” Baron Arald glanced up at the mosaic, a colorful spray of light flecking his face. “...it’s mid afternoon. Crowley is visiting Halt. We’ll have to wait until he gets back.”

“Visiting? How does he have the time? Or ability, really?” Will questioned.

“It’s not like he’s chained to his desk, despite what Crowley may insist.” Baron Arald answered. “And he always makes time for Halt.”

Will was only half listening to Baron Arald at this point. He was looking up at the mosaic. It depicted a young man, head tilted up and hands cupped, as a being formed with milky white glass tilted over him. There were no eyes, no ears, only hands, all cupped and pouring something into the young man, filling his eyes and cupped hands. He had seen this before, studied it. But there was never an answer, an explanation for the mosaic. All he knew was that the many handed being Manus was giving the young man power.

“Power,” Will thought, a chill going down his back. “What a terrifying thing.”

[seattledaytwo]

Well! Pricefield nation, how are we feeling today 😀

[shutupdevvie]

this one is rough for me but hopefully it’s easier for everyone else

bracket beneath the cut :))

[szczurherbacany]

this admittedly is not that good but i did spend some time on it soo might as well post it

[ibrokeeverything]

HELP! There are two roaches in my house and I'm too afraid to go near them and the rest of my family is asleep so I can't ask them to kill them, plus they keep going under furniture and I don't know what to do 🥲 and my cat wants to bat at them and maybe eat them and I really don't want her to eat them, but I tried closing her in my bedroom but she's throwing a fit about it so I decided to let her out, but I still don't want her to eat the bugs. And I'm trying to go to bed but now I can't sleep because I'm worried about the bugs and I need help y'all. I used to think I wasn't afraid of bugs, but now I'm such a baby. If there's a bug bigger than a fly anywhere near me I will panic.

[bigtreefest]

My mom was supposed to go on vacation this weekend, but her flight just got cancelled due to a hurricane. On one hand, I’m sad I’ll lose my day of alone time, and I’m also really sad that this plan that’s existed for months is crumbling for her. Poor thing is trying to figure out rebooking on the phone with her sisters right now🥺

[midnavidalia]

So scared of being perceived that I can't go on facebook rn

I'll hang out here where I can be mildly funny to two(2) strangers sometimes

[squidbulborb]

Why is coming up with sexy ideas so difficult? I am probably overthinking it...

[satorulovebot]

CURSED SEAS CHAPTER ONE (sneak peek)

The ballroom was extravagant, to say the least. The room was filled with chandeliers that cast a golden glow over the room and delights that were only available for the wealthy to enjoy. It made you feel sick that only a select few could enjoy things like this without worrying when their next meal would be or if they would be able to afford basic necessities. But were you any better than these people? After all the only reason you’re here is because you have good connections, just like the people in this room.

As you look to your left, you notice the couples dancing around the floor, their conversations blending in with the soft music. It was all very odd, like a dream you didn't want to wake up from.

“Enjoying the festivities?” A smooth and confident voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned to see a tall figure standing just a few feet away, his face obscured by a mask similar to yours.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, though you couldn’t quite figure out why. There was something about him, something unsettling in the way he carried himself, in the way he seemed to command the space around him. His mask was pale, almost ghostly, with intricate blue patterns that drew your gaze.

“I suppose,” you replied, keeping your voice light, though the unease you felt was seeping into your words. “These sorts of events are always a bit... overwhelming.”

He chuckled softly, the sound rich and smooth, “Yes, they can be,” he agreed, taking a step closer, his eyes—bright and unnervingly blue—locked onto yours through the slits in his mask. “But they can also be... enlightening if you know where to look.”

[fictionz]

The visceral reaction I feel to dissertation texts. I know it's hard out here for people working through academia but all I wanna do is chop out thousands of these unnecessary words. Please tell me students at that level don't have page or word counts to meet.

[didnt-hear-idsb-live-again]

why is Tess' stream on this one guy who is the worst singer ever, the loudest singer ever, and also doesn't know any of the words

[for-the-breath-of-the-ninth]

Hey if I ever accidentally reblog ai generated art please tell me. I'm not cool with that shit. Almost did so today but I make a point of complimenting artists in the tags as much as possible and when I zoomed in to find specific things to comment on I realized all the background shapes made 0 sense and the frame pattern had those bizarre asymmetrical wandering forms that are hallmarks of ai generation. Painting over some sections or editing doesn't change that you didn't make the art piece and I am not compromising on my stance here.